Walking in the Blue City

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...As documented in a poem. I know that's not everyone's cup of tea. If it is, please read on.

Blue City

A rolling sea of humanity
Splashing color any which way
The fruit stands grow bright
As pineapples arrive
Then the strawberries come

The madcap dash of car and bike
Jostling the streets
The horns blare
But to the right is a shaded garden
With the green sound of birds among leaves

Passing through alleys crowded with bric-a-brac
Shoe cobblers with their tools, the date hawkers
Crying the price
And above you the sound of sizzling
Dinner cooked with a sound like
The spatter of rain

Why this pungent realness? The smells stronger
And the light sharper
The mountains in the distance
Call me to come home
When I have never been farther away.

-Sam

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